50CENT
JUST FUCKIN'' AROUND

[50 Cent]
You can hum all you want to
Cum all you want to
But I ain''t gon'' want you
If nobody wants you
You like the smiles n the dimples on my face
BITCH that''s a bullet wound I ain''t MASE!
50 Cent skip the bullshit, you fuckin'' tonight
I got some dro, got some henny
We can go and get right
I ain''t never been arrested for nothing domestic
But I ain''t gon'' lie I''ll punch a bitch in the eye
Look, don''t play games with me baby
The temptation, the wait, is driving me crazy
Come on give me some ass girl... WHAT UP!
I don''t wanna make love
I just wanna fuck
I''m only in town tonight
If you give me some head
Tony, give you some head
A''ight
Cause I ain''t giving you no head, bitch
Tony, Tony be on that freaky shit
My nigga Tony give you some fucking head though
Nada Mean
That''s why the bitches love Tony, Ha Ha
Alright now, Sha let''s get to some hard shit!

[Beat Changes]

[50 Cent]
If I make it to heaven
I''ll probably be in the bitch lonely
Walk around saying, ''Everybody in hell know me''
You heard of Banks, you heard of Yayo, them niggaz my homies
You probably thinking how he get there
That nigga my coatie
The weather in hell is kinda hot
You know like the block
I heard it really burns
Homie, you know like a shot
That''s alright for me shit
Cause Im in the drop
Drive around heavy
Tryna find BIG and PAC
Niggaz think when they die
All they problems stop
You die in jail, and wake up in hell
Still on lock
Imagine if you stole something and you got shot
Wake up holdin'' your head, still shot
Niggaz don'' died of AIDS
You know the dirty dick
Wake up in hell horny
Fidna fuck the same bitch
DAMN

Yeah, who hotta than me, nigga AAAAAH
The only nigga hotter than me
Dead already nigga
I know what you thinkin
You thinkin that''s it
Yeah nigga let''s just keep it short and sweet
You know!

50CENT
LIFE''S ON THE LINE

Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that''s okay
Cause I don''t like y''all anyway
... And I don''t like y''all anyway
Fuck all y''all!!
My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me
BLAT! Whattup homie
For bitches who don''t know me
... They wanna blow me
Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me

[Verse One]
I came into rap humble, I don''t give a fuck now
Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown
Coke price go up, cats is come down
The D''s run in my crib, I''m nowhere to be found
The bitch who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on ''em, right there in they ass crack
When I don''t like a nigga, I don''t pretend to
I''ll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin head like a Hindu
Look, I ain''t goin nowhere, so get used to me
OG''s look at me and see what they used to be
I''m that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope
The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So
The thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clips
The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks
Nigga ain''t in his right mind, goin against me
My picture''s painted through words that make a blind man see

[Hook]
Scream murder! (I don''t believe you!)
Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!)
Murder! (I don''t believe you!)
Murder, murder! (Your life''s on the line!)

[Verse Two]
Y''all niggaz don''t want no parts of me
I''m tryna figure out how y''all started me
Make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six
I''m not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random
Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I''m handsome
I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit
Unless he say she say she on my dick
It''s no coincidence, niggaz who fuck wit me get shot up
I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up
You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front
I stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once
In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on ''em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on ''em"
Beef, you don''t want none, so don''t start none
You just a small player in this game, play a part son

[Hook]

[Verse Three]
These cats always escape reality when they rhyme
That''s why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes
Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car
Nascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV''s in the dash, pa
See ''em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa
I catch stunts when I ain''t tryin
I ain''t lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up
Keep my rent split up
Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!]
Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say
You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away
Now here''s a list of MC''s that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay Z and Nas
I''ma say this shit now and never again
We ain''t buddies, we ain''t partners and we damn sure ain''t friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain''t built like that
See me when you see me nigga, one (one)

[Hook]

Y''all niggaz don''t want no parts of me
I''m tryna figure out how y''all started me
You gon make me catch her on the late night
Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six

50CENT
MANY MEN (WISH DEATH)

[Lloyd Banks]
Man we gotta go get something to eat man
I''m hungry as a motherfucker

[50 Cent]
Ay yo man, damn what''s taking homie so long son?

[Lloyd Banks]
50, calm down, here he come

[9 Shots]

[Banks and 50]
Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?

[50 Cent]
Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!

[Intro: 50 Cent singing]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can''t see
I''m trying to be what I''m destined to be
And niggaz trying to take my life away
I put a hole in nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon'' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
Cause I''ll come and take your life away

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death ''pon me
Lord I don''t cry no more
Don''t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me

[Verse One]
Now these pussy niggaz putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain''t dead
I''m the diamond in the dirt, that ain''t been found
I''m the underground king and I ain''t been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I''m the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I''ve been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go''head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain''t over

[Chorus singing]
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death ''pon me
Lord I don''t cry no more
Don''t look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me

[Verse Two]
Some days wouldn''t be special, if it wasn''t for rain
Joy wouldn''t feel so good, if it wasn''t for pain
Death gotta be easy, ''cause life is hard
It''ll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars
I don''t see only god can judge me, ''cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I''m like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggaz ride on me
I thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Every night I talk to god, but he don''t say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling techs on me
Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex on me
The feds didn''t know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I ain''t gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can''t read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Almost shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it''s clear that I''m here, for a real reason
''Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain''t fucking breathing

[Chorus]